Disappeared 23

Six Sentence Stories

With a soft click of metal on metal, he snapped the brass tablet shut, whispering the final words to ensure its tight seal to the wall of the bootlegger’s walkway through the city sewer, for the next hundred years…or so.

“Ingress and egress, shadow between,

Passage do rest on the right sequenced three.

The spirit now locks it, twin set will it free,

As I do pray it, so mote it be.” Continue reading

Disappeared 21

Vintage Unicorn

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“So this is it, The Scholarism’s Spell for transference to and from the hidden dimension,” a man in a slouch hat and thick leather coat said as he spun the dusty leather book half way around to a woman in a black watch cap and matching wool turtleneck. Continue reading